coffee-frappe kind of boy | semishira one-shot

frappe

[ Author's Note: hi, this fanfic was posted on my AO3 account @SMEISHRIA but i wanna upload a copy of it here, for semishira ♥️ hope you enjoy it~ ]

WARNING: Very OOC Shirabu ahead ✌️😗

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"Name?"

"Cassey"

Ah fuck, another one of those Cassies, Kaycees, or however the fuck they are spelled. Semi thought to himself, and proceeded to mark the cup 'KACY' in big and bold letters. The girl left the counter and went to sit at the corner of the shop.

'She must be new,' Semi guessed, because any regular customer of the shop knew better than to sit at that corner; it's too hot of a place for a cup of Americano. After registering her order, Semi gave the receipt to Kunimi, a boy younger than him for two years, and waited for him to prepare the drink. He is a great addition to the shop, a bit aloof on the side, but his bluntness at every casual talk makes it easier to deal with delivery boys like Terushima who doesn't understand the boundaries of people.

Two minutes later, Semi called for 'Cassey' after Kunimi handed him the tray, with the coffee, cream and sugar, and a small plastic spoon to stir it with. 'Cassey' stared at Semi's handwriting and heaved out a low sigh.

"It's spelled 'Cassey', but thank you," Semi laughed a little, a bit of relief knowing she isn't one of those customers who get angry at stuff like this. They should be channeling their anger at far more important things. Cassey, Semi finally learned her name, seemed to have changed her plans and asked for take-out, adding a few coconut macaroons to her order. She muttered again, a small thank you, and dropped a few coins to the children's fundraising donations before leaving.

One late afternoon, the bell on top of the door rung twice, signaling the arrival of a customer. Semi was stacking the bottom drawers with freshly delivered coffee beans, but he was still listening to the footsteps of that person, light and soft against the surface of the wooden floor. After careful observation, the person seemed to stop by the cupcakes' stand display. Semi stood up and readied his pen, and saw a boy having copper hair, styled perfectly with a set of odd...bangs. He was staring back and forth between the angel and devil cupcakes, battling over his choices. Semi could tell, he was pouting for a solid minute.

"Ahem," Semi cut him off, which startled the boy, wide-eyed and shy. "May I take your order?"

He reached for his pockets, fumbling between small bills, a pen, and a little notebook. He flipped over the pages and ripped one, handing it over to Semi. It read, 'coffee frappe, 2 pumps of mocha syrup and 1 pump hazelnut syrup, whipped cream blended in, topped with whipped cream and caramel drizzle,' and Semi smirked in amusement. He would never understand people's preferences.

"Would you like to add something else? We have our display of cupcakes over there, our best-selling dessert."

"Um, I can't decide over the angel or the devil cupcake."

"Oh, angel."

"What?"

"I meant the angel cupcake," Semi could've sworn the boy flushed pink. He hurriedly placed a few bills and skipped to the tables. The name, he forgot to ask, he could've asked for it but settled not to. He's the only customer at this hour. But as he scanned over the small piece of paper, he read 'Shirabu Kenjirou' in dainty handwriting. It slipped easily on his tongue.